Somewhat overwhelmed by the enormous dimensions of her lovely breastThe rector turned his face from Mother Nature back to GodTherefore in the shadow of the valley we are truly truly blessedWe now return our brother to the sod

Poor old Ned who worked the line six days a weekYes poor old Ned words come to mind you start to speakAnd when it's said the rain is falling you recall howPoor old Ned is surely dead

Then they brought him home to that old bosky dellHe knew so very wellAnd laid him down for succor simply in a box of southern pineThis was past the oxbow of the river where weUsed to fish a spellAnd wish that rising sun would ever shine

And sing crying time and sing crying time and sing crying timeAnd sing crying time and sing crying time and sing crying time

Old Ned was a veteran and better an the best in forty-oneWhen blue Hawaii glistened like a diamond lights the sunThat said when the Nissan plant was built down by the runHe knew his life had only just begun

Poor old Ned a child tugs on a tattered sleeveYes poor old Ned and piled back in they start to leaveAnd poor old Ned will bring into that night one whiteChrysanthemum his kingdom come

And sing crying time and sing crying time and sing crying timeAnd sing crying time and sing crying time and sing crying time